Sunday, March 31, 2013

Poem in the Key of D

Oh yes, I guess in the congregation
you must be a star, an exemplar.

Having cast out your daughter -
divorced, disfellowshipped, damned.

Never lend her your hand in case
she should contaminate.

I guess you feel all right
with a new wife, your new life.

But when eyes are turned another way,
what does your heart say?


Blogger Chris Never said...

The last lines nail this piece down,

such a telling question, and one can only wonder at the answer.

Nice intensity through out this rather bleak and sad poem, have not seen you discuss this for a while, clearly something has brought it back to the fore for you , and for that, I am sorry :(

3:02 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

Sadly it's a thought that's always running through the back of my mind.

I tend to swing backwards and forwards from feeling as though it's my fault, to thinking that I would never allow anything to make me abandon my kids.

Although of course, everyone has a right to do what they want to with their lives, it seems a sad and rather cruel choice to choose religion over family. But then, what do I know?

9:28 PM  
Blogger Chris Never said...

What do you know?

You know the choice made was the wrong one, to abandon ones flesh and blood because a religion tells you to do so is fundamentally incorrect, it goes against the basic foundation of family and what is required, by nature, and by our social evolution as humanity.

And please, never ever blame yourself for the choices made by someone else, you are the victim of this situation, not the protagonist my friend.

Just my two cents worth

5:58 PM  

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